Nostalgia...Those Were The Days!
There are times when my heart goes wild,
trying to be free;
Free to do all things so wild,
only childhood could decree;
The only girl and three brothers,
we made a team of four;
I played with them and laughed with them
but always wanted one more;
Dancing in the rain... bare feet,
and catching not the cold!
playing in the scorching heat
till Mommy came and scold;
Walking up that lonely road
that took us up the hill;
After paddling down our little bikes
we had to guzzle and swill;
Crawling by on tippy toes
on pebbles in the stream;
Slithering for our paper boats,
slipping without a scream;
Ding Dong Ditch with our aunt next door
hiding behind the bush;
Whenever got caught...they ran away,
giving me a push;
It was life at its best,
but we never knew of it;
Within no time, it was all gone
and the four of us got split;
When I look back at those merry times
my heart goes wild again;
Craving to be that child once more,
but here its me...mundane!
© 2015 Rozina Iftikhar